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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? Barry? Adam? Can you believe this is happening? I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. You got lint on your fuzz. Ow! That's me! Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!

Hey, Adam. Hey, Barry. Is that fuzz gel? A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. Hi, Barry. Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. Hear about Frankie? Yeah. You going to the funeral? No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.

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Notes and stats should go here, should you ever need them~! It will scroll if you type too much, so go ahead and pour out your heart <3

<div align="center"><div style="width:500px;background-color:white;font-family:Tahoma;"><div style="width="100%"><div style="height:120px;background-color:#161616;"><img src="http://via.placeholder.com/100x100" style="float:left;width:90px;height:90px;border: solid 5px white;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;margin-right:10px;"><div style="text-align:justify;font-size:75px;font-family:Arial;color:white;letter-spacing:-8px;max-width:450px;padding-top:40px;">FIRST LAST</div><div style="margin-top:25px;font-family:Courier New;color:lightgray;text-align:center;">?-rank || guild name || 0000 words || 0000 total</div></div></div><div style="font-size:11px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:black;padding-left:20px;padding-right:20px;">According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? Barry? Adam? Can you believe this is happening? I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. You got lint on your fuzz. Ow! That's me! Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!

Hey, Adam. Hey, Barry. Is that fuzz gel? A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. Hi, Barry. Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. Hear about Frankie? Yeah. You going to the funeral? No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.</div><div style="width="100%"><div style="height:75px;background-color:#161616;padding:10px;"><div style="text-align:justify;padding-top:30px;font-size:60px;font-family:Arial;color:white;letter-spacing:-9px;float:left;">NOTES</div><div style="font-family:Courier New;color:lightgray;margin-top:15px;height:50px;margin-left:20px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;width:275px;padding-right:5px;" class="noteleila">Notes and stats should go here, should you ever need them~! It will scroll if you type too much, so go ahead and pour out your heart <3 For some reason the scroll is invisible, but that shouldn't be too much of a problem.</div></div></div></div><span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8px;color:lightgray;">[url=https://www.fairytail-rp.com/profile.forum?mode=viewprofile&u=3984][color=gray]ivyleaf33[/color][/url] of FTRP</span></div><style type="text/css"> .noteleila{position:relative;} .noteleila::-webkit-scrollbar{width:5px;background-color:black;} .noteleila::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb{width:5px;background-color:white;}</style>

I sit here writing this review at 4AM from my porcelain throne, a fixture you will become all too familiar with if you chose to eat these cute little bears from the pits of hell. I had to eat a pound of these little bastards after Man City must've thought they were playing American football the other week, and lost to a team of Arsenal scrubs. They were a bit chewy but overall, appeared to be nothing more than your average gummy bears. After about 2 hours with little more than some mild stomach cramps, feeling like one would expect from eating a pound of any candy, I began to wonder if I'd gotten some duds.

Like the slow build-up of a Martin Scorsese film however, those bears were waiting for their baptism scene to destroy my insides. It started with the cramping, very akin to doing 1,000 crunches and then being forced to hold the 1,001st crunch indefinitely. Then came the initial "run" which opened the proverbial flood gates.

I'm over 30 and I'm beginning to wonder if these bears know that and want to send me back to the can for each year I've been on this earth to make me wonder why I'd ever been born. In between gastrointestinal bouts of pressure washing the inside of my toilet from my anus, I lay in bed feeling as if someone were to punch me in the stomach, I'd explode, turning the walls of my bedroom into a soiled Jackson Pollock rendition.

To give you an idea, I'd spent $50 ordering a UFC pay-per-view only to willingly miss the last 2-3 fights on the main card because I didn't want to stray too far from my master bathroom. Thankfully for me (and my marriage), fearing what might be coming, I convinced my wife to spend the evening at my sister-in-laws because trust me fellas, nothing will be gained from your significant other experiencing this with you. I'm no longer in pain but am still having to make trips back to my master bath on a regular basis. Eat these if you dare but be forewarned, they are not to be trifled with unless you want your toilet to be a staging ground for repeat fecal rehearsals of "The Red Wedding" from Game of Thrones.

<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Kirang+Haerang|Poor+Story|Righteous" rel="stylesheet"><div align="center"><div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;background-image:url(http://via.placeholder.com/400x545);padding:15px;color:black;"><table style="height:150px;padding-bottom:0px;margin-left:-2px;"><tr><td><div style="height:145px;width:145px;border:solid 3px black;"><img src="http://via.placeholder.com/145x145"></div></td><td><div style="width:230px;height:135px;background-color:white;border:solid 3px black;padding:5px;"><p style="font-size:28px;margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;padding:5px;"><span style="font-family:'Righteous';color:black;">First Last</span></p><p style="font-size:14px;padding:5px;font-family:'Poor Story';margin:0px;"><b>Post WC:</b> <span style="color:darkgray">0000 words</span><b>Total WC:</b> <span style="color:darkgray">0000 / 0000 words</span><b>Job Info:</b> <a href=""><span style="color:darkgray">Job Name</span></a><b>Job Sign-Up:</b> <a href=""><span style="color:darkgray">Page Number</span></a><b>Notes:</b> <span style="color:darkgray">Short note, no scrolling.</span></div></td></tr></table><div class="lesterscrollbar" style="width:365px;height:365px;overflow:auto;background-color:white;padding:15px;border:solid 3px black;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12px;">I sit here writing this review at 4AM from my porcelain throne, a fixture you will become all too familiar with if you chose to eat these cute little bears from the pits of hell. I had to eat a pound of these little bastards after Man City must've thought they were playing American football the other week, and lost to a team of Arsenal scrubs. They were a bit chewy but overall, appeared to be nothing more than your average gummy bears. After about 2 hours with little more than some mild stomach cramps, feeling like one would expect from eating a pound of any candy, I began to wonder if I'd gotten some duds.

Like the slow build-up of a Martin Scorsese film however, those bears were waiting for their baptism scene to destroy my insides. It started with the cramping, very akin to doing 1,000 crunches and then being forced to hold the 1,001st crunch indefinitely. Then came the initial "run" which opened the proverbial flood gates.

I'm over 30 and I'm beginning to wonder if these bears know that and want to send me back to the can for each year I've been on this earth to make me wonder why I'd ever been born. In between gastrointestinal bouts of pressure washing the inside of my toilet from my anus, I lay in bed feeling as if someone were to punch me in the stomach, I'd explode, turning the walls of my bedroom into a soiled Jackson Pollock rendition.

To give you an idea, I'd spent $50 ordering a UFC pay-per-view only to willingly miss the last 2-3 fights on the main card because I didn't want to stray too far from my master bathroom. Thankfully for me (and my marriage), fearing what might be coming, I convinced my wife to spend the evening at my sister-in-laws because trust me fellas, nothing will be gained from your significant other experiencing this with you. I'm no longer in pain but am still having to make trips back to my master bath on a regular basis. Eat these if you dare but be forewarned, they are not to be trifled with unless you want your toilet to be a staging ground for repeat fecal rehearsals of "The Red Wedding" from Game of Thrones.</div></div><span style="font-size:8px;"><a href="https://www.fairytail-rp.com/u3984">ivyleaf33</a> of FTRP</span></div><style type="text/css">.lesterscrollbar {position:relative;}.lesterscrollbar::-webkit-scrollbar{ width:5px;} .lesterscrollbar::-webkit-scrollbar-track{ background-color:white;} .lesterscrollbar::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb{ background-color:black;}</style>

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Ok! That is it! This is the final straw! I’ve had it with all you frickin’ trolls and all you frickin’ haters and all you frickin sonic fan fricks. You guys are the ones that ruined sonic for everyone! Cant you see that? What the frick! Are you guys doing! Asking for all this fricking garbage- why do we need sonic adventure 3? Why do we need sonic heroes 3? Why do we need anithr boost to win title? Why do we need a sonic 2006 sequel? Why do we need all that? Cant we have a 3d [environment] classic sonic game for crying out frickin loud! You guys killed the sonic series all you frickin fan fricks and your frickin fantasies spewed out at you by frickin poo merchants!!! I’m tired of all you fricks! I’m so frickin mad! I’m so frickin mad- I mean, you guys- you guys have officially made me lose my marbles!

<center><div style="width:400px;background-color:#161616;padding:10px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;"><table style="width:400px;padding-bottom:10px;"><tr style="height:100px;"><td style="width:100px;padding-right:5px;"><img src="http://via.placeholder.com/100x100"></td><td><div style="background-color:lightgray;color:black;width:290px;height:100px;"><div style="padding:5px;background-color:white;display:inline-block;"><b>WC</b></div> 0000 words <div style="padding:5px;background-color:white;display:inline-block;"><b>TAGGED</b></div> @tagged<div class="saynotes" style="width:260px;height:40px;padding:10px;overflow:auto;">This is where any notes or fancy quotes/song lyrics can go! If you don't need it, simply delete the text within this space. It will scroll if needed.</div></div></td></tr></table><div align="center"><div style="width:380px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:white;">Ok! That is it! This is the final straw! I’ve had it with all you frickin’ trolls and all you frickin’ haters and all you frickin sonic fan fricks. You guys are the ones that ruined sonic for everyone! Cant you see that? What the frick! Are you guys doing! Asking for all this fricking garbage- why do we need sonic adventure 3? Why do we need sonic heroes 3? Why do we need anithr boost to win title? Why do we need a sonic 2006 sequel? Why do we need all that? Cant we have a 3d [environment] classic sonic game for crying out frickin loud! You guys killed the sonic series all you frickin fan fricks and your frickin fantasies spewed out at you by frickin poo merchants!!! I’m tired of all you fricks! I’m so frickin mad! I’m so frickin mad- I mean, you guys- you guys have officially made me lose my marbles!